[Sera]
"What if I say no?"
The words hang between us like a dare. Killian's jaw tightens, and for a moment, I see something flicker behind those icy gray eyes—surprise, maybe. Like he genuinely didn't consider that possibility.
Rich people. They really do live in their own reality, don't they?
"The terms are negotiable," he says finally. His voice is clipped. Controlled. Like he's conducting a board meeting instead of trying to buy access to my body. "If you're unhappy with the compensation—"
"It's not about the money."
His brow furrows.
"Then what is it about?" He sounds genuinely confused. Like the concept of someone refusing him on principle is a foreign language he never bothered to learn.
I let out a laugh that scrapes my throat raw. "It's about the fact that I hate you."
Sil
